Day 15

It’s day 15 and I feel great! You know running/speed walking, or any other high impact exercise, releases endorphins through your body that (for lack of a better metaphor) makes you feel like you smoked some crack. Now, I’ve never smoked crack nor have I ever taken any other drug for that matter, but I’m just judging from other people’s descriptions of their experiences with it. In any event, I’m feeling great!

I woke up at 6 am on the dot. Did I ever tell you all that I don’t use an alarm to wake up each morning? I just do. I’ve always been that way.  So I wake up and the thought never crossed my mind to take the day off even though it’s Saturday and the track would be packed like a swap meet.  Today, I figured if I get there early, I wouldn’t have to worry about the crowd. I figured right. There were only two other people on the track.

I did my 1.96 miles using my handy dandy Nike + app. My time was a little worse than yesterday but I blame that on the alcohol. I had a glass of wine last night. It’s all good. I’ll make up for the slower time tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow I will be on that track even though it’s Sunday. Can I tell you that I may need to get some new running pants soon. I’m not kidding. The waist portion of my pants are getting too big. They kept sliding to my hips. I wasn’t worried because NOTHING is getting past these hips without some pulling, tugging and maneuvering but it was annoying to have the pants slide to my hips. I will have to get something with a draw string tie.  After only 15 days, who knew?

Speaking of my waist. That whole money belt thing didn’t work. I’m a creature of habit. It annoyed me before I could make it out of the house good so I tossed it in the drawer and kept it moving. I’m glad I never got that fanny pack, which is larger and probably even more cumbersome.

Other than the pants sliding, today’s run wasn’t that eventful. Not like yesterday. I didn’t have time to tell you all what happened so I’ll tell you now. I get to the track and do my first time around with no problem. Then along come Bicycle Betsy and her bear-dog. Now the sign entering the track clearly states: No dogs, No bicycles, No skates, etc. and this woman decides she’s going to ignore at least two of the rules.

Like I said before, I am not the track police so I just politely ask her as she comes inside (as I ask anyone who decides they want to bring their dogs to the track) “Will he chase me if I run?” and she says “Who?” I felt like saying “The rapist hiding in the bushes…” but I kept the sarcasm to myself and replied “Your dog.” And she says “Normally, no.” 

Was she serious? “Normally, no.”  I rolled my eyes at her and continued my walk. As I approached the point where I usually start running again, I watched Yogi Bear out of the corner of my eye. He seemed disinterested in me as she and her bicycle had already left Yogi Bear and I way behind.  His interest was in catching up with her. He starting running after her. I started my jogging and prayed for the best. Thank goodness Yogi was on his “Normally, no” behavior and did not chase me.

I did take a picture of her and her bear-dog. It’s not that clear and it’s from a distance but I just wanted you guys to know I wasn’t making this up. I think she saw me take the picture because after she went around one more time (with Yogi running behind her), she took her bear-dog and her bicycle and left the field. The nerve of her.

That wasn’t all that happened that day. I go to leave the track that day and as I rounded the corner to get to the parking lot, sitting in front of the school building was about five long-haired guys sitting there laughing and talking. Usually I wouldn’t find this weird but it was 7:30 in the morning.  I said good morning as I walked by but inside I was thinking “What in the SAM HEEZEY?!” I didn't get a picture of that. I was too busy trying to get the heck away from them. 

Anyway, like I said today was pretty uneventful and I’m happy about that.  So until tomorrow…

Ms. P.